This was never how she expected to leave home, but it was an interesting turn of events. Devi would take this opportunity to find out if she truly liked living on her own or if she found more comfort staying around family. It only sucked that she was stuck spending time with the enemy, but you never know…she may end up being their relative too. Having many fathers posed many different mysteries I terms of her sire’s side of the family. Her mother’s side was so huge she could only imagine with her blood sire’s side must be like. Devi would never know the truth so she went along with her mother’s idea since her birth. They were all her birth sires, all of them. She would have to be careful of who she chose to procreate with. Hopefully the spur of the moment decision she made before being dragged into the sea was not a mistake for her bloodline.
Carbon, Roland, Ra, Frey, Loupgaru, Arneis, and Orphiel…all of them meant something to her. Some meant more than others, but every single name was a thought in her head most days. Behind her, the older mare emerges from the waves. No one else from the Desert herd has arrived so Devi is left to converse only with her captor. She was hoping to have more of an audience, but getting to know this ballsy Queen could prove interesting. Ears shift towards the mare as Devi turns her head to get an eye on her. The Queen begins to speak her introductions as she moves closer. Auburn eyes scan her surroundings as Vanya speaks, but her eyes are immediately brought to the mare once she mentions the reason she brough her to the Desert.
“Interesting,” she whispers in response. She was worth something to this mare? Devi wasn’t on the same wavelength as this Queen who saw her as a good chess piece against her grandfather. Devi thought maybe she was sexy enough to stir interest in this mare. Or maybe she seems like a good mistress to her stallion. The thought of being desired was a powerful feeling. The overo introduces herself as Vanya and asks what she would like to be called. ”Goddess of beauty born in a thorn bush and raised the rest of the way in the tundra.” Her eyes flicker with amusement as she gauges the mare’s reaction. A laugh leaves her lips before she grants the Queen her real introduction. ”Devi de-just Devi is fine.” There was a slight loss of her smile as she remembers something.
Devi has no idea how to truly introduce herself to her grandmother’s traditions. Ysabel de Zevulun or Parvati de Solomon. She had no idea which finally to choose. Devi de Carbon, Roland, Ra, Frey, Loupgaru, Arneis, and Orphiel. What a ring that had.